#town

Towns are after all excrescences, grey fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves. ↗

— E.M. Forster

#towns #urban-life #men

Maycomb was a tired old town, even in 1932 when I first knew it. Somehow, it was hotter then. Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon after their three o'clock naps. And by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frosting from sweating and sweet talcum. The day was twenty-four hours long, but it seemed longer. There's no hurry, for there's nowhere to go and nothing to buy...and no money to buy it with. ↗

— Harper Lee

#small-town #south #summer #men

... there is no magical formula to beat the casino. None. Save your money. Save yourself from the cons of an author and the cons of the casino. ↗

— John-Talmage Mathis

#casino #gambling #gaming #i-deal-to-plunder #louisiana

This person sees not her own hand depositing the next dollar in a slot machine, but the hand of fate, or God. It’s her true conviction that there are forces at work for her to win a large jackpot— or at least to win back the money lost. After all, the only-for-show pictures of fruit had almost aligned with one another the last couple spins. ↗

— John-Talmage Mathis

#casino #gambling #gaming #god #i-deal-to-plunder

Every player eventually loses all their money. ↗

— John-Talmage Mathis

#casino #gambling #gaming #i-deal-to-plunder #louisiana

It is the nature and pleasure of townspeople to distrust the city. All the guiding principles that might flow from a center of ideas and cultural energies are regarded as corrupt, one or another kind of pornography. This is how it is with towns. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#distrust #towns #nature

I leave, and the leaving is so exhilarating I know I can never go back. But then what? Do I just keep leaving places, and leaving them, and leaving them, tramping a perpetual journey? ↗

— John Green

#leaving #paper-towns #sad #journey

Tonight, darling, we are going to right a lot of wrongs. And we are going to wrong some rights. The first shall be last; the last shall be first; the meek shall do some earth-inheriting. But before we can radically reshape the world, we need to shop. ↗

— John Green

#margo #paper-towns #wrong

I’ll name my town “Unwelcome,” and the sign will say, “Welcome to Unwelcome.”
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— Jarod Kintz

#sign #town #unwelcome #welcome #gratitude

And I know I’ve lost. Everything is lost. Everything is over. “As the newly appointed President of this fair planet of ours,” the Mayor says, holding out his hands as if to show me the world for the first time,” let me be the very first to welcome you to its new capital city.” “Todd?” Viola whispers, her eyes closed. I hold her tightly to me. “I’m sorry,” I whisper to her. “I’m so sorry.” We’ve run right into a trap. We’ve run right off the end of the world. “Welcome,” says the Mayor,” to the New Prentisstown. ↗

— Patrick Ness

#lost #new-prentisstown #trap #president